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My Bleed Video (MV)




Performed By: Robb Bank$
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: Richard Burrell




Robb Bank$ - My Bleed Lyrics
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These bitches don't bleed how I bleed
Talk how I talk, weave how I weave
I slide soft in a Land Rover Jeep
Shift what the bitch niggas ain't never seen
(You already know what it is, pussy, hahahaha)
(Evil empire, bitch)
(One thousand grams uncut to the gut)

Y'all niggas been goin' out sad
Boy, you should've known she ain't love you back
Your bitch f*cked me just to get you mad
Then got obsessed, nigga, how you love that?
Talk all of my shit, I backed up what I said
Ain't got nothin' to prove to no nigga or bitch
I ain't never been pussy, I'm far from a trick
Name ain't never been Daddy, f*ck you and them kids, nigga

These bitches don't bleed how I bleed
Talk how I talk, weave how I weave
I slide soft in a Land Rover Jeep
Shift what the bitch niggas ain't never seen

Old school Chevy, nigga, Porsche
Ten toes down, J's don't got a crease
Walk one mile in my TS forces
You gon' understand why I'm back on the lean (nigga)
Nigga, you got hoes now, ain't it? (Yuh)
Nigga, you got court days facin' (yuh)
Nigga, you got foes now, ain't it? (Yuh)
Yeah, nigga, you gotta pour now, ain't it? (Nigga, yuh)
Nigga, you be on your toes now, ain't it? (Yuh)
Nigga, you got time that's facin' (for sure)
Niggas tryna get you up out the way and you ain't gon' let 'em, ain't it?
Pfft, f*ck no, nigga
You went through the pain and came straight from your row
Your block where you stood, where nobody don't fold (nigga)
I caught niggas bluffs, niggas was never tough
I'm the golden child, y'all wasn't outside enough (nigga)
The real chosen one, got a face on my tongue
Y'all don't do what I do, if I did it, it's done
Put my dawg on the tour bus if he on the run
Niggas soft and I'm as solid as they come
It's me, her, and her friend getting chewed in the coupe
How you get three in there when it only seat two?
I'm a real mathematician, I go 'bout the buildin'
I talk to my hoes and I talk to my tools
Engine maker 'cause none of your texts don't come through
Ultimatums, bitch, I chose the booth over you
'Cause nine times out of ten, don't care how good you do
They still find a way to blame they shit on you, nigga (bitch)

These bitches don't bleed how I bleed
Talk how I talk, weave how I weave
These bitches don't bleed how I bleed
Talk how I talk, weave how I weave, nigga
Y'all niggas been goin' out sad
Boy, you should've known she ain't love you back
Your bitch f*cked me just to get you mad
Then got obsessed, nigga, how you love that?
I don't wanna know no love like that, bitch
I don't wanna know no love like that, uh
I ain't never know no love like that, bitch
I ain't never know no love like that, yuh

I ain't never know no love like that
Pullin' your hair, slappin' your ass
Pullin' your hair, slappin' your ass
(Evil empire)
Hit it from the back like brrap, brrap, brrap
(We ain't new to this)
(We true to this)
(Stop that, bring it back)
(This shit is hot)
(Make a sound for me)
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These bitches don't bleed how I bleed
Talk how I talk, weave how I weave
I slide soft in a Land Rover Jeep
Shift what the bitch niggas ain't never seen
(You already know what it is, pussy, hahahaha)
(Evil empire, bitch)
(One thousand grams uncut to the gut)

Y'all niggas been goin' out sad
Boy, you should've known she ain't love you back
Your bitch f*cked me just to get you mad
Then got obsessed, nigga, how you love that?
Talk all of my shit, I backed up what I said
Ain't got nothin' to prove to no nigga or bitch
I ain't never been pussy, I'm far from a trick
Name ain't never been Daddy, f*ck you and them kids, nigga

These bitches don't bleed how I bleed
Talk how I talk, weave how I weave
I slide soft in a Land Rover Jeep
Shift what the bitch niggas ain't never seen

Old school Chevy, nigga, Porsche
Ten toes down, J's don't got a crease
Walk one mile in my TS forces
You gon' understand why I'm back on the lean (nigga)
Nigga, you got hoes now, ain't it? (Yuh)
Nigga, you got court days facin' (yuh)
Nigga, you got foes now, ain't it? (Yuh)
Yeah, nigga, you gotta pour now, ain't it? (Nigga, yuh)
Nigga, you be on your toes now, ain't it? (Yuh)
Nigga, you got time that's facin' (for sure)
Niggas tryna get you up out the way and you ain't gon' let 'em, ain't it?
Pfft, f*ck no, nigga
You went through the pain and came straight from your row
Your block where you stood, where nobody don't fold (nigga)
I caught niggas bluffs, niggas was never tough
I'm the golden child, y'all wasn't outside enough (nigga)
The real chosen one, got a face on my tongue
Y'all don't do what I do, if I did it, it's done
Put my dawg on the tour bus if he on the run
Niggas soft and I'm as solid as they come
It's me, her, and her friend getting chewed in the coupe
How you get three in there when it only seat two?
I'm a real mathematician, I go 'bout the buildin'
I talk to my hoes and I talk to my tools
Engine maker 'cause none of your texts don't come through
Ultimatums, bitch, I chose the booth over you
'Cause nine times out of ten, don't care how good you do
They still find a way to blame they shit on you, nigga (bitch)

These bitches don't bleed how I bleed
Talk how I talk, weave how I weave
These bitches don't bleed how I bleed
Talk how I talk, weave how I weave, nigga
Y'all niggas been goin' out sad
Boy, you should've known she ain't love you back
Your bitch f*cked me just to get you mad
Then got obsessed, nigga, how you love that?
I don't wanna know no love like that, bitch
I don't wanna know no love like that, uh
I ain't never know no love like that, bitch
I ain't never know no love like that, yuh

I ain't never know no love like that
Pullin' your hair, slappin' your ass
Pullin' your hair, slappin' your ass
(Evil empire)
Hit it from the back like brrap, brrap, brrap
(We ain't new to this)
(We true to this)
(Stop that, bring it back)
(This shit is hot)
(Make a sound for me)
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Writer: Richard Burrell
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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